Bessie was one of the lambs in the United Presbyterian flock. The good Shepherd shall gather the lambs with His arm and carry them in his bosom.” When dying she told her brother and sisters how they must live if they would go to heaven. She has done something for Christ when on earth. Her last prayer was:
“Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take;
And this I ask for Jesus sake.”
These lines are appropriate:
“Pale and wan grew the rounded cheek,
Dim and sunken the lustrous eye,
And fitful pulses low and weak,
Whispering of a time to die.
But the angel of death came at last
While we watched beside her pillow,
And we scarcely knew that she had passed
Beyond life’s surging billow.
So gently the dark winged spectre crept,
And bore her o’er the tide.
We though her dying when she slept,
And sleeping when she died.
‘Twas sad to see her suffer pain.
The victory now over death is won,
Our loss is her eternal gain,
Father in heaven thy will be done.
We laid her at rest beneath the sod,
While our tears of sorrow fall.
We have given our treasure back to God,
And we know that all is well”